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"'T is natural in wan who's gwaine to say gude-bye to maidenhood so soon," declared Mr. Lyddon. "I've thought 'bout her tears a deal. God knaws they hurt me more 'n they do her, or you either; but such sad whims and cloudy hours is proper to the time. Love for me's got a share in her sorrow, tu.
I wonder," he continued, thoughtfully gazing at the ceiling, "if we was to fix up a Christmas tree and you and me's got a lot of pretty things that we've picked up all over the world, that would go miles ahead of anything that could be bought at the store fer Christmas trees if we was to fix up a tree real nice, if we couldn't get some child or other that wasn't likely to have a tree to come in and look at it, and stay awhile, and make Christmas more like Christmas.
A sullen, servile voice answered: "It ain't me's the fool, and as for crazy her wantin' me to bring home what they ain't in no market. How'm I goin' to git what ain't to be got, I asts you. This here war is stoppin' ev'y kind of food." Cheever's answer was characteristic. He didn't believe in servants' rights. "Get out. If you're impudent again I'll throw you out, and your baggage after you."
Ben an' me's goin' t' be out t' Golconda, where I've got a crew o' men at work. You may 'a' heerd I bought Golconda a few weeks ago, an' I'm goin' t' mine there this season. Sold my ground over t' Marshall t' a New York Syndicate that was nosin' round pretty sharp before I left; and it's give me money enough t' take up this here property.
The dog, part Russian wolf-hound and part Great Dane, deep-chested, swift and powerful, shook his shaggy coat and sneezed. Sundown jumped. Again the men laughed. "You and me's built about alike for speed," he said, endeavoring to convey his friendly intent through compliment. "Did you ever ketch a rabbit?" Chance whined. Possibly he understood.
"Dinner's ready," she said, passing him for something. He did not answer, reading on. She came in and sat down at her place, feeling exceedingly wretched. "Won't you eat now?" she asked. He folded his paper and drew near, silence holding for a time, except for the "Pass me's." "It's been gloomy to-day, hasn't it?" ventured Carrie, after a time. "Yes," he said. He only picked at his food.
Yes, Joe, the street an' me's old pals. We've seen one another in sickness an' sorrer an' joy an' jollification, an' it 'ud be a poor job ter part us now. Funny, ain't it? This street is more like a 'uman bein' ter me than plenty I know. Yer see, I can't read the paper, an' see 'oo's bin married and murdered through the week, bein' no scholar, but I can read Cardigan Street like a book.
"I'm a-coming round, sir, but that there was very near." "Near?" "Yes, sir; I thought I was gone." "But you warn't, mate," said Tom Fillot; "and you and me's got to pollergise for making the cabin floor so wet." "Never mind the cabin floor," said Mark. "You dunno how juicy I am, sir, or you wouldn't talk like that," said Tom. "Are either of you much hurt?" said Mark.
"Me's dood O dood! ah-o-ee-aw-ee!" The noise was bad enough, but the way he flung himself about was worse. There was no occasion for Sally to clean him up. Rolling thus on the green turf made him as pure, if not bright, as a new pin; but it had another effect, which gave Sally a fright such as she had never up to that time conceived of, and never afterwards forgot.
Isabel shook her head slowly, but not heavily. "No, dear aunt." "Good. I ought to tell you that I propose to believe what you say." "Your believing me's an immense temptation," she declared, smiling still. "A temptation to lie? I don't recommend you to do that, for when I'm misinformed I'm as dangerous as a poisoned rat. I don't mean to crow over you."
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